performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

Split Ends
Foreign skin, a pure pedigree Brown with a little bit of light skin the rest of me disagrees.. I'm like A cross breed between a Taino Indian and a conquistador
By Jus Ness8 years ago in Poets
Apotheosis
They say destruction is the purest form of creation. Then I innovate every second of the day. All you crave is praise. Gently massage in the malaise.
By Al Qually8 years ago in Poets
Threadbare in Coat, Heart, Body & Brain
I am no stranger to the pitfalls and perils of humanity. The universe wills and whims its way to winning, And we struggle against the tide to understand the physics
By Arianna White8 years ago in Poets
My Dad
My Dad My dad: Slayer of monsters and mean people, giver of hugs and high fives, deliverer of lunch boxes and left-at-home homework.
By Briana Corkill8 years ago in Poets
Melodious Elixir
hear the rising tide, beginning of the beat, start a steady tapping, dancing of the feet, taken by a melody, so sensual and sweet,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Soul Bl33d
Humanity, is casualty, yeah what a riddle. I'm about the peace an love keep it really simple. Keep it civil, send In smoke signals,
By Pho3nix Child8 years ago in Poets
Silent
Let's not talk Silent Misery But rather violence and disarray Not sitting around wallowing in tears Let's exploit some horrible fears
By jessica young8 years ago in Poets
Body Caresses
My body against yours in this warm bed, as I get a strong kiss on my head, I turn around and see the lust, as you make your way to my bust.
By Cheyenne Grandel8 years ago in Poets
The Definition of Me (Part 2)
By Current Definition, I’m a twenty six-year-old adult, I’m a light-skinned African American, with tattoos. By Definition, I’m at a point of an awakening,
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Lit
Wildberries and cognac aromas release from my mouth into the air And it looks like gypsy angels traveling from one plane to the next
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Wild Man
Goof, Eccentric, Nicknames galore for a friend. Brother of characterization, Rubber face, Nicknames for the wild man's alter ego.
By Alex Maurice8 years ago in Poets
Dior Diorella Eau de Toilette
My life is perfumed. I've laid in bed at thirteen, my gaze transformed from last night's reading, with the savory spiciness press between the pages of a book as it rests against me. In the shower, I washed my lover's hair after a night of vodka and sweat, the blend of fruit-scented shampoo, steamed water and our clean skin after a hot shower penetrates my pores.
By Elanda-Isabella Atencio8 years ago in Poets